Page 19 of Hostile Cravings (Wicked Cravings #3)

“You’re going to be pouting when I put those lips to use later.

” I kissed her, enjoying how her body went limp below mine.

Kissing her woke a part of me that had always been dormant.

It was one I didn’t want woken because I didn’t want attachment.

And her kisses reached in and anchored me to her.

I drew back, seeing the emotion in her eyes and not liking it because it was the same that was pounding through me like a hostile enemy trying to take over me.

“Be a good girl and no flirting, or I’ll have to get violent and that’ll piss Mason off.”

“I can’t promise anything,” she said as I rose, brushing the sand from my clothes. “It might be fun to watch Mason and you in a fight. Two sexy men, all those muscles and tattoos.”

My brows creased as I glared at her. “Don’t even try flirting with Mason. My sister will kick your ass and then I’ll spank it.”

“Not going there again. Casey scares me and I wouldn’t dare touch her man. But that doesn’t mean I can’t touch her brother.” She gave me a sexy wink, then complained to Finch about moving the umbrella.

He looked at me, and I shrugged. “I’d listen to her, Finch. That mouth of hers won’t stop until you do and trust me, it’s annoying as hell unless it’s busy.”

And damn, did I want to keep it busy. Shaking my head, I left her, knowing Finch would keep her safe. I heard him call for backup as I walked away, Creek trailing behind me.

I spent the next two hours in the gym, taking my frustrations out and trying to work through the emotions that were building uncomfortably in me.

It didn’t help, and when Creek walked in, telling me the governor from our province was outside waiting to talk to me, my mood only soured more.

He was a frequent guest at the resort. Sometimes he brought his family, sometimes his mistress of the month.

We didn’t care; it gave us more power over him and having him think he had the control when he didn’t was part of the fun.

“Send him in,” I said, grabbing a towel and wiping my face.

Charles Von Kenting the second walked in a few seconds later, looking as proud and stuffy as he usually did for a man who was a notorious cheater both on his wife and the province.

His hands were so dirty it made me and Mason look like angels.

Only we knew everything he did and encouraged it, his frequent visits to the club, the private rooms, the women, the gambling.

His younger son was following in his footsteps, which only helped us keep Chuck senior in line.

“Tyson,” he said with a quick nod.

“Chuck. And what reason would you have to leave your lovely wife’s side during your annual family vacation? ”

He cleared his throat, looking around to make sure we were alone.

“I don’t allow anyone in my gym when I’m in it,” I said to reassure him.

He wiped his hands down his designer shorts. “I wanted to thank you for letting Charlie off earlier. I hope he didn’t do anything to upset you.”

I looked him up and down before walking away to toss my towel in the laundry bin.

“Your son hit on my wife, then challenged me. Not the smartest kid.”

The perspiration glimmered on his forehead. “Your wife? I hadn’t heard?—”

“I don’t make my personal business anyone else’s, Chuck.” I made a point to lift my shirt to wipe my face, noting the widening of his eyes. He wasn’t a small man and for a man in his fifties, he looked good and fit, but he wasn’t me. “It was a quick marriage, small ceremony.”

“Oh, congratulations?” I hardened my gaze at him, not liking the implication with the inflection of the word as if I’d knocked Angie up.

“Are you implying that my wife had to force my hand, Chuck?” I said, moving closer to him.

“No, of course not,” he said hastily.

“Good, because no one forces my hand, and it would insult my wife to hear that’s what you assumed.” And damn would it. I could hear her now, going off on him with those dirty words and untethered remarks. She was a spitfire, and I had to clear the thought from my head before my sweats tented.

“Make sure your son keeps his mouth shut and respects the women in this resort. He may think he’s the shit, but I can guarantee there are plenty of people here who are worth more and who hold more power than you.” I pulled the collar of his shirt, giving it a good tug as I straightened it .

“Certainly, Tyson. I apologize for anything he did and take full responsibility for it.”

“Good. Remember Chuck, Mason and I put you in that office by making your opponent disappear. We can remove you from it just as easily.”

His eyes darted nervously, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips in reaction. “Understood.”

“Go spoil your wife like you do your mistresses, Chuck. Dinner is on me tonight.”

“Thank you, I’ll do that.” He backed away, bumping into Creek, whose steely eyes would have made most men run in fear. To his credit, Chuck kept his steps steady.

“Oh, and Chuck.” He stopped, his hand on the door handle. “If your son so much as looks at my wife again, I’ll cut his dick off and give it to her as a honeymoon gift.”

I saw the shake of his hand as he pulled the door open, muttering a “Yes, sir,” as he left.

Rolling my neck, I caught Creek’s eye. “Really?” he said.

“Are you questioning my methods?”

“No, boss. Just thinking of Angie’s reaction if that’s what you brought her in a gift box.”

My laugh was loud, the image making it hard to catch my breath. “Shit, that mouth wouldn’t stop cussing me out. I wouldn’t hear the end of it. Speaking of mouths,” I said, looking at my watch.

“She’s back in the room,” he said, reading my thoughts and giving me a crooked grin.

“Good, because I have plans for that mouth that don’t involve any cussing but my own.” The thought was enough to make me uncomfortably hard.

He shook his head as we left the gym.

I made my way back to the room, stopping on my way up to ensure the governor and his family enjoyed their meal on me before I headed upstairs.

Angie was on the balcony, the sun highlighting the golden strands in her hair.

She had her leg propped, and I followed the path up to where her sundress sat near the top of her thigh.

She turned, her brown eyes lit to a light hue, her smile reaching them.

The dress tied around her neck, dipping in a sexy v so the flesh of her breasts was prominent.

She was hot and I couldn’t stop my body’s reaction to her.

“I ordered us dinner,” she said, and I dragged my eyes from her body to the table to see that she had indeed ordered dinner, a bottle of red wine in the center. “I hope you like steak.”

“One of my favorites. I like it rare, juicy, and flavorful.”

Her cheeks grew a delicate shade of pink, and I skimmed my fingers over one.

“I think you owe me something first,” I said, dropping my fingers to her lips.

She arched her brow. “Do I?”

“Oh yeah. I told you, those lips needed to be around my cock tonight, baby.”

She looked me over, frowning. “Weren’t you just at the gym? For a few hours?”

“Yeah, and I’m ready for some pleasure now.”

“Uh, no.” She turned back to the table.

“Excuse me?” My jaw ticked.

“You just worked out. Go take a shower.”

“All those guys you pick up in clubs, who’ve had their junk in other girls and their balls sweating on dance floors, and you want me to take a shower?”

She gave me a look of disgust, her nose turning up. “I’m never someone’s sloppy seconds. And I’m not putting my mouth anywhere near you until you’ve showered.” She picked up her glass of wine and took a deliberately slow sip.

“You’re such a brat,” I complained, but she didn’t look back at me. I wanted to yank her from the seat and force her to her knees, but she was the kind of girl who would bite without remorse. “Fine. Damn obnoxious spoiled little cunt,” I mumbled, stomping away.

“Those insults won’t help your case, shithead.”

I stopped in my tracks and glanced over at her. “Get your ass up from that chair and in that bathroom.”

“I don’t take orders. I’m not your sub, Tyson.”

My fists were clenching so tight by now I was about to punch a hole in the wall. “Angela, get out of that chair and into the bathroom. If I have to shower, so do you.”

“I just showered,” she complained.

I turned the water on and waited for her, knowing she’d come because she was too annoying not to. I tried to ignore the limp she was trying to hide from me and the guilt that gnawed at me for forgetting to keep her off her feet.

“I didn’t think you needed a babysitter,” she snapped as I pulled my shirt over my head, the guilt fading as my anger rose again.

“Shut up, Anj and get in the damn shower.”

I tossed my sweats and boxers off, sensing her eyes on me when I stepped under the water. Running it into my hair, I peered over at her. Irritation lit her eyes, but it was coated with a dusting of desire that had my balls tightening.

“Don’t expect this command thing to be a normal thing.” She reached back to untie her dress as she drew closer to the shower.

“I don’t. Leave the dress on.”

Her eyes bulged, her lips pouting out.

“That’s exactly how I want those lips, baby.”

“Are you kidding me? This dress is silk, the water will ruin it, and it’s one of my favorites.”

I moved from the water and grabbed her neck, pulling her mouth to mine and kissing her. She resisted for a second before her mouth was as greedy as mine, and I yanked her under the water .

“Damn you, Tyson,” she muttered against my lips. “You ruined my dress.”

“I’ll buy you ten more like it so I can ruin those, too. Now get on your knees and remind me why that mouth turns me on so much.”

“I thought it was my insults,” she purred.

“Something like that.” Water soaked her hair, dripping down the edge of her nose. She looked adorable, but as she dropped to her knees, her tits bouncing as her nipples pushed through the soaked material, she looked sexy as hell.

She licked her lips, her delicate hands grasping my shaft. Looking up at me with those big chocolate eyes, she ran her tongue along my tip in a seductive circle. The sensation left me weak and when she took me into her mouth, I put my hand out against the shower wall to steady myself.

“Fuck, little viper,” I growled as her tongue slid over the bottom of my shaft before she dropped so deep, I hit the back of her throat.

Her gag was slight, but enough to throw the storm in me into a violent surge that swept through my entire body.

Threading my fingers through her wet hair, I grasped the strands and shoved her further.

Her body shuddered, her eyes closing, the moan she elicited buzzing over my shaft.

“Eyes on me, baby. I want to watch what taking my cock does to you,” I said, thrusting into her, then pulling her back to give her air.

She breathed deep, her eyes on me, large and watery. “Are you going to call me your good girl when I swallow?” she cooed rather breathlessly.

“Shit, no. You’re far from a good girl. I don’t fuck good girls, and they don’t take my cock as deep as your naughty mouth does. Now shut up and go back to using that mouth the way I told you to.”

She shivered, and I shoved her back on me.

Her mouth easily accepted me even with as large as I was.

I tried not to think of all the men she’d gone down on to be this good because I’d had my fair share of blowjobs, enough for me to know what I liked.

But the thought still spurred the fire in me, and I steadied her head, owning her mouth like it was the last thing that would ever be around me again.

Her manicured nails dug into my thighs, and I yanked her from me, knowing I was close to coming and her gags were about to drive me over the edge.

The line of spit that followed quickly washed away leaving only water droplets that hung like sexy beads from her bottom lip.

She reached up and pushed my hand away, giving me a determined look before she grasped my dick and dropped over it, her head moving in rhythmic bobs that drove me crazy.

I threw my other hand out and held on as she took control, taking me so deep and hard that it sent me over the edge.

My fingers dug into the tiled wall, and my pelvis thrust as I dropped my hand and shoved her into me with each rush of release that gripped me until there was nothing left.

Letting her head go, I tried to catch my breath.

Her eyes were on me, a glint of amusement in them while she swallowed in an exaggerated fashion.

The water was splashing over her as her tongue swept out and she brought her finger to her lips, wiping the corner of her mouth seductively before she opened her mouth to show me she’d swallowed it all.

Shit, she was something. She tipped her mouth up and held her tongue out to let the shower water fill her mouth, then swallowed it.

The move had me growing hard again, and I knew as drained as she’d left me, I wanted more of her.

I grabbed her by the neck and brought her up, slamming her against the wall and tearing her dress from her.

My hand scooped her leg up to protect her ankle while I sucked her nipple into my mouth.

With the moan that came from her and the sensation of her fingers sinking into my hair, I could barely think.

My need for her was so intense that I didn’t know if I could ever stop touching her.

I hated how easily she broke me, how desperately I wanted her, how much deeper I was falling with every touch, every look, every taste of her.

And as I took her again, I didn’t want to imagine not hearing my name fall from her lips as she came undone for me every night for the rest of my life.